the last row.
I stand up, and he puts a finger to his face in a “shhh” motion while pulling up his pants and quickly tucking away his still quite-hard cock.
He wets his hair in the shower, then walks out into the locker room, zipping his pants back up.
“Coach Santorello. What’s happening?” Grant asks.
The coach’s voice responds, “Everything okay in here? Someone said they heard a lot of banging going on in the locker room.”
“Yes. That was me.”
I close my eyes, and my entire body clenches. He’s really just going to give us away like that?
I take a deep breath. If we’re caught here, oh well. I’m not one to be shameful. I’m just surprised.
Grant continues. “I was banging the locker like this.” I hear him hit the metal, then hit it again, replicating the noise we were making when we were actually banging against the locker. “I’m so frustrated right now, Coach. I can’t throw like I should.”
“We were just razzing you,” Coach says. “We want you at practice because you’re good. Mr. Taylor, you can’t get down on yourself, okay? Your stuff is on par with Luke’s, and I might even say on par with Morgan Kennedy’s with how you’re throwing right now…well, after whatever you did in the locker room.”
Morgan Kennedy…where have I heard that name before? I think he was a baseball start on one of the previous year’s teams, but I’m not sure.
“I understand,” Grant says, and I’m happy Coach Santorello doesn’t seem to be onto our shenanigans. “I needed a burst of energy today though, and that’s the truth. I’m just frustrated. Sometimes if I wet my hair in the shower that helps.”
“Uh, okay. Well, you do what you have to do. You ready to head out now?”
“Sure thing, let me just turn off the shower.”
Grant walks into the shower area where I am and turns it off.
I’m not expecting him to grab me, press me up against the wall and manhandle me with one more kiss before he leaves.
But he does.
I hear the two sets of footsteps walk out of the room, and I follow their lead, quickly.
I run into the ladies’ locker room to do a quick touch up of my hair and, you know, make sure there’s no visible mark Grant left on me that the track team might see. Last time, he left a little red mark around my collar bone.
Luckily, there’s no marks on my skin, but I’m not sure how I’ll explain the new stains on my sports bra. Gatorade spill, perhaps?
I walk back outside to the track, and Charlotte opens her palms in a ‘where the hell have you been?’ gesture.
I grin. “Just had to take care of something.”
“Well, this is our last fifty-meter dash today.”
We run it, and then it’s time for the cool down.
As I walk around the outskirts of the track, I see Grant in the bullpen. Coach Santorello is standing off to the side. He’s pointing a radar gun at the ball as Grant throws it.
I jog over to Coach, whom I made friends with during our warmup today.
“How’s he doing now, Coach?” I ask.
He gives me a funny look, then looks at his radar gun. “He went to the locker room, and I’m not sure how he got in the zone during that little break of his, but he just added an extra ten miles per hour to his fastball. He’s damn near hitting Luke Rutledge numbers all of a sudden.”
“Oh, did you say he took a little break?” I ask.
“That’s right. I guess it involved banging against the lockers and making some noise.” Coach Santorello nods and turns to Grant. “Whatever you did in that room, boy, maybe you should use that ritual again.”
Grant looks at me, and a sly smirk across his face spreads butterflies through my stomach. “Maybe.”
“Yes, I agree. I think Grant should keep that routine up whenever he needs to add a little heat to his fastball,” I wink. “See you guys around.”
I run to get back with the team, and Charlotte’s giving me a funny look when I join our stretching circle again.
“What was all that about?”
“Nothing, really. Just wanted to see how Grant was throwing today.”
“You two really have a unique friendship, don’t you?”
“Guilty as charged.”
21
Maya
“I love your skirt,” April says to me as we file into our Business 101 class together. “Is it just me, or have you been wearing skirts all week?”
We grab a couple of desks next to each other and sit down.
“I’m